Official Freestyle Thread

i'm simplistic wit simple rhymes realistic
Lickshot misfit hit knots on-point distant
Dissin' me kid?? Keep ya distance, or it's instant death
Defyin' gravity's effects, once i throw em' from depths
Enter ya office, fuck ya offers..grab ya by ya kneck by the desk
Slam ya face-first, violent demon demonstrating the hurt tactics
i get graphic, fuck the plastic, hand grapple skill master
Spit to kill competition in colieseiums, see em' killed
Crowd cleared by the ruckus i brung to mother fuckers
Spit suckers quit the b.s. before i adjust the right blow
Nocturnal night flow, geto terrorist wit mad soul

Steady housin countless ounces, readily pounded/
underground crowds had become spellbound kid.
Hellbound advancements, bell soundin' anguish/
seller filled cellars had the celery planted.
Bankrolled the coca, so no one was sober/
dough made the bread that i burnt wit the toaster.
Doped up n' high as a kite, eye double sight/
saw the whiteness of the iris in the heat of the night.
It was me, the chief, second in charge, and the shaman/
everyone toked in their ritual garments.
Dogs outside barkin, just as we started/
marcs barged the door in, heavily armoured.
Narcs saw the harvest, then sighted the ice lab/
realised the tight prize grab of the heist nab.
Blinded by the silverback diamond rhymes shinin'/
files a mile long of guerrilla violence.

I spit so sick after every verse an ambulance comes
Lines so hot i have third degree burns on my tongue
I went from a slum bum to a made bandit on some good-fella shit
Fuckin' so many chics police put a warrant out for my dick
when i spit raps my hands are sore for days from gettin' so much dap
So many women on my balls i got a lady body guard to protect my nutsack
Broke so many backs i'm broke from buying em' wheelchairs
Got so much beef in the hood, when my enemies come it's like a town fair
It's real here, been so broke iv'e had to collect cans on corners
Been caught on more camera's than news reporters
my heads short a few screws, i'm at the hardware store looking for some to boost
I never had shit but manure, so i have nothing to lose
Got more white girls loving the kid like tom cruise

poetics leave teams wetted, and vendetta's deaded
i said 'set it off' , official non-superficial lines transform to missles
hit gangsters exposing blood tissue, b-boy stance posing thug split u
issues over ran-over soldiers, still a cobra teams like Villanova's
killin' flow-ers, my camp lowers the flag, grab cats and give em' jabs
rush cabs drivers get stabbed, cops come we flee the ave
Suspects catch tech shots for technicalities, burn em' like calories
serial killers for salaries, cowards get grazed on the beach
jay blaze on the beat, never play even if it's making plays on streets
Heats hidden, squads are given warning, and second chances
Before their snapped in two like branches, cow-boys murdered in ranches
stand in stances, attack copycats with the fury of charles manson
Tryin' to lead future leaders to the light lampin'
My camps camping out-side forts, smoke boxers like new-ports
Darts fly with extraterristrial force, got styles of all sorts
snitches report info to sources un-known, gunz get blown
blocks get owned, as me and my elite fleet get stoned, rebels on mic -phones.... In the hood my names known , for ill tactics shown
Burnin' home-grown trees, we batter leagues of clones
lines spray em' like tech's, and cologne, catch wreck til' my names known
Broke nigga on the pay-phone, in verses the pains shown
went through hell as a shorty, but lessons, and building built my wise-dom
i done spittin' fittin' to light a bone

For them big cats
Replace they steriods wit tranquillizers
An them sick raps
I roc them like punchlines from tangled fighters/
Jump from rhyme books, an mangle writers
Biters tryin get my lines took,
I'ma find crooks
To spit my raps an get they mind shook
Like strangled minors/
Hate rose poses,
Make me mad like that one king
when the slaves chose moses,
So what if you've done things
My healing flow speeds, then up goes dosage/
Looks like winds blows pheens, from block to block
Insearch for rock to rock,
It hurts to watch the spot/
With limited glocks to pop, at moving targets
Fuck who's the hardest,
Cuz when bullets hit frames, even yo hues get parted/
I keep a pair of bi-nocs like i'm some spy cops
First to know when the sky dropped,
They asked why i was runnin, then choked from white tops (clouds, sky dropped)
And after they was dead i said, why not/
Now i'm glad i don't got reasons to boil pots
No more treasons an soiled mops,
On the way up, when i would foil plots
9 or 10 when i was makin toil glocks
Had no change or shoes, but royal socks
Before that drug game,
Crew was still fuckin wit them coiled locks/
Grease poppin from oiled wocks, skin burns, now we interns
And in turn expirence
Cuz these shifty streets have you been turned/
50 years old, still ain't shit earned, back to drugs
Can't turn the back on thugs
Next thing u restin on yo back from slugs/
But slugs won't touch me, got salty vests
Shits halt thee best
They lose enzimes from faulty techs/
But i bought these techs, from my nigga lex, diamond
What bitch family is next cryin?,
My false words intimidate, like a t-rex lyin/

detect lyin like polygraphs, theres gon be some shotty blasts
the tek fryin yo batty ass leave yall faggots in body casts
probably smash your bitch while you lay dyin in ICU
street sweepa-stakes, the next winner might be you
I see through plastic, get ya ass snapped in half bitch
fake ass rap shit gon get you nothin but a casket
get popped wit ratchets chopped by ratchets and bagged
my fuckin dick get sucked and licked, your toe get tagged
you aint real as me, jealousy turn friends to foes
men to hoes, bitch get off my jock or get some holes
my team in all black, red beams and cocked back
you make the choice, fall in a ditch or fall back
learn the rules, play yo position or get disqualified
you aint bulletproof, you cant hide behind all yo lies
never stop lyin like a hoe, get you popped and lie in a hole
just get a Rock and smoke it, "shut your mouth and know your role"

dats my man shrap... straight off the 'banned 'wagon
I feel ya tho... cuz halfa these cats, I can't stand 'em
They can't fathom.. the concepts... lost in their nonsense
Bomb 'em with coxtent... their weak raps Offed in a contest
Watch em' drop like nam vets... phosphorate flare blasts
blinds optics... my rhymes toxic... 'n dropped wit an Aircraft
snare traps... yall wouldn't dare pass... stomp 'em with Airmax
Sent packin', it's only fair that ... their handed the fare back
Refund 'em.. i keep nothin' ... no use for the cheap talk
Rhyme giants?...slicin' their bean stalk... knifin' their feet off
Like a slave when he sneaks off... Makin' the fiends cough

team off with AP, they be, the Kings of this Shyt bitch
slicin off ya hand for yo rings and your wrist bitch
vicious when I spit this, moreso when I live this
yall corny ass bitches gon get cut into Niblets
im deadly, wit a machete im heavy and still the quickest
steel got me limpin still im gorilla pimpin these bitches
5-0 got you witnessin, I know you gon get missin
lost and never found just anotha ho stuck below the ground

With guttersounds to shut 'em down, king saw the aura
the water edge shoreline, that marked out the border.
Swarms of deformed imposters swapped orders
hired by the federal bribed enforcers.
The landlords of rawness, saw shraps attackin'
imported scores of gods, ready for action.
Source born immortals, called the new breeders
war horses formed in the name of black jesus.
The fleet streets elitist, the industries deepest
no bitch was sweet enuf to become the priestess.
Freaks seen procedures in motion..
..the clones was unspoken in the heat of the moment.
blown they domes open, few men was chosen
koncrete slowed down so the retards could cope son.
Yea its fuckin crazy out here, its wild yo
rookie cards tryna imitate the whole style flow

Arrested at the best of times
Rested behind bars, steel lines
SQUISH stars, BTK grinds
Two of the towns most corrupted
Fuck it, D-Town ground, stuffed it
Cuffed it, mold it, sold it, hold it's
Another pig with eyes, rollin' outta pig sty
Big try to grab us, rush, shit tucked
Luck is only bad, we turf mappin'
Soldier on Quietly Until Intense Shit Happens
Boulder strong, tryin' me, repent or I bitch slappin'
Billy The Kid, Born To Kill, Bill Kevorkian, abortin' dem
Silly with bids, I mourn for real, my dude is steel
And I'm the deal, that never flops, never drops
Never conversate with cops, never hops
Off beef, I stay on my feet, even if beat
I'll take the punches, break and crunches
Lunches eatin' in the bing, together we sing
Same song, all along, although a soldier gone
We bomb in his name, maim and massacre
Actors lackin' the backbone, brass balls
Fist face-racin', crackin' dome, smash walls
Like a Kool-Aid, save the juice, we loose
Booze cruisin' abusin' and usin' fools
Who's choosin'? We twos in with tools
Fuck schools, I know all I need
Believe I move faster than you see
In the dark spark blunts, roast coast to coast
Mostly the host wit the most, call me ghost
I don't mean to brag or boast, but I'm outta sight
You a fag at most, get outta line
You get tagged up close, step on a mine
Claymore tore through sandals, straight vandals
Handle scandals, original Dirty D desperados
You ain't ever heard of me, well I know
Cuz I stay underground, on toes
Straight past elbows, on up to head
Stay fed with my own bread, if I lack I take
Slake the thirst, get hurt, tryin' to hold worth
I'm from the Dirt, call me brown
I'm not from this Earth, call me down
Saunders ponders and wonders, around
Subtley Audacious, Unnaturally Disastrous
with Exact Razor Slashes, call me Cassius
Clay for the way, I stay outta reach
Call me heat, the way I simmer off street
Call me me, or I repeat, get beat in street

Buckwild jewelz heavy,droppin' murderous medley's
Kid Rock smoker, cow-boy out-fit on on the draw i'm deadly
Mcgraw a.k.a. Dr. Claw, slum outlaw rip ya heart out put it on the wall...
jaw breakin', dead body raking, anti-mason
Jungle bars off the tree chop, hang Kramer, the tapes taping
Great wind movements, i move swift making forms snake em'
Crane spins, fist of buddha blow subdues crews they send
Battle fevers high, i'm on fire in the benz
Pens i don't need, stricly weed, and feed from my league
Bulletproof seed born in the shooting gallery, slug bustin' greed
Hustlin' leaves to trees that need the company
Dump dummies in dumpsters, with needles stuck in their tummies
Then i play Jim Rummy, with dimes stretchin' vaginas like Gumby
Smooth even when my nose is runny, blow it with a single from the stack...
Pringle emceee's get snacked on, potatoe chip tracks
Running man raps, across the map executioner
God body army degrees cremated Lucifer
Medusa kissed the Dragon, flames grew from her
Twilight zone thoughts, tales from the crypt darts
Boar looking bitches get smashed with dishes their ugly warts
Smart general talk, pharoahe's army dead on side-walk's
Black hawk down, soldiers rushin' enemy ground
When i was found with the pound it was the talk of the town

cockin the pound, hear that pop thats the sound
u get dropped to the ground screwed n chopped wit a round
screwed n screwed n chopped wit a round, bitch thats right
ya shouldnt have been barkin bout a click that bite
ya vision darkens and shit, i dig ya pockets and dip
bitch get off of my dick, think u can swallow a clip?
hollowsll rip through ya flesh tissue and just rip you
only flash in your eyes is your life as the tek hit you
yall virgins can suck my dick, all u geeks on the net
jack off to my flicks that cause the freaks to get wet
yall gotta be fags, full of shit like colostomy bags
shoot u in front of ya click, and i aint gotta wear a rag
yall bitches is hoes, talkin and poppin some corny jokes
im gettin the dough while u sweatin my face like some horny ho's
im focused like rifle scopes, i snipe out ya life u jokes
smokin that fuckin dope, u black out from 1 fuckin toke

Don't come on the young tip,
Bes retreat
Get beat on some dumb shit,
rep delete
In elite fashion, masculine figure
Tie bowlin balls to legs, an cast them in rivers
Splash than a shiver, at last one delivers
Spare a slum sliver, gun fissures from son's triggers
Once they blast, they bounce faster than tigger
Switch up the scheme, shots heard the next day
Now they stitch'in the spleen, ditch'in six teens for six queens
Maybe a sick pheen, could switch themes from tushy's to green
But pussy's supreme,
You'll catch a case of rape, from gettin pushy an steamed
But not me, my shit can't turnout that way
I'd rather tax the strays, and then stack the weight
All facts i say, i hold more razors than home depo
Cuz thats how things be doe,
Plus my dick is popular, ask yo sister, even she know
Pass the blister stick*, my style is violent, like how twisters get
I rap savage, bum trigger hits
Bag baggage, from that mister's kids
The quicker he spits, the sicker he gets, cancer symptoms
Enter clubs to see dancer victims,
I don't giva fuck who says it, i never answer dictums

Pass the blister stick*= pass the pencil

these slugs kill like AIDS past ya system of immunity
got the boys in blue on me, I poisoned my community
got somethin to eat off rocks pumped in the street
hungry like the wolf bitch, hunt you for meat
dumpin the heat, reload and FINISH EM - FATALITY
get caught up in ya games, Ima bring you to reality
im more cold than Sub Zero, 4-4 holdin thug hero
u shiver while u count your number of slugs - ZERO
youll be layin in a river after sprayin like a fountain
plant your body in a forest, throw ya head off a mountain
fuck wit a real assassin, for killin i feel a passion
youll be screamin like a ho when the steel is blastin
see this beam up on ya dome and beg for mercy
but i got no remorse though u hardly deserve these -
hollow point bullets but yeah ima put em thru ya
talk too fuckin much u get somethin done to ya

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